The worthwhile article written by Liam Heffron in the Western People on December 31st last is a worthy one in a line of similar articles over recent decades. First some context. Most towns in Mayo have rarely been as populous as they are now.

“The standard of name-calling in this club is appalling!”The hurling trainer stood shocked on the stage, his outsized hands flapping in the air and sweat beads falling down his face.

Storm Éowyn left a lot of things in its wake. After days of disruption, cold and frustration, people all along the Atlantic coast and along the Border will be left reflecting on what this miserable experience means.

From my perch in Mayo, watching America's latest political metamorphosis feels like observing a peculiar theatrical production where the intermission lasted precisely four years.

All hail the ‘good’ room. The much-maligned and oft-underused ‘good’ or ‘sitting’ room is something common to most Irish homes my generation grew up in.

Everything costs something. And elections are no different.

The historic storm has made us realise how much we rely on the basic necessities of life, writes Tom Byrne.

This is piece number 100 in this series and I am dedicating it to the men of the Ox Mountain region who lost their lives in World War I. It is inspired by the research of Simone Hickey and her recently published book, Bringing Them Home.

Like a cadaverous aristocrat rising from his casket at dusk, Nosferatu has returned to stalk our cinematic consciousness, this time through the lens of Robert Eggers' fastidiously crafted homage.

Well, talk about a hectic few days.